Only a Game
A Call of Duty Fan Fiction
March 4th
2015
Gary "Roach" Sanderson
Operation "Cherryball"
I was practically bouncing with excitement in the car as we neared our destination.
"Roach, calm down will you. You're rocking the whole car." Says Ghost, my XO, and also the one whose driving the Ford Focus. He always wears a black balaclava with an image of a skull on it and dark red shades. He was even wearing them now, even when he knew where we were going. He was clearly getting irritated by my childish behaviour.
"Sorry, sir." I said for what must have been the fifth time today so far. Roach, get in the car! Roach, hurry up in the toilets! Roach, stop playing that stupid game so loud. Roach, stop saying "are we nearly there yet", it's for little kids!
"And don't call me sir! We're off duty remember?" comes the frustrated response.
Make that six times.
We finally arrive at our location. I burst out of the car, nearly smacking Meat in the back of the head as he got out of Archer's car, a Citroen. Meat turned to Ghost, a confused look on his face.
"What got into him?" he asked
"No idea, come on, we'd better make sure he doesn't get into to much trouble." Was Ghost's reply as he walked casually after the bug, a slight grin obscured by his balaclava.